The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

At noon.

A window on the 27th floor of the Vampire Building was suddenly opened.

The Sentinel Command Operations Center immediately discovered this abnormality.

"Sir, there is movement in the Vampire Building."

"Yeah."

Locke, who was texting with his wife Esme, heard the sound, put away his phone, stood up from his seat, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the big screen.

On the big screen.

Someone was throwing garbage outside the building.

One.

Two, three, four or five.

In a short while, the window on the 27th floor of the Vampire Building that was opened seemed to be raining corpses.

One after another, corpses were thrown outside by the vampires in the building.

Instantly.

The group of reporters outside the building who were fond of dragons screamed when they saw this scene.

Some female reporters were frightened by the scene of falling like a watermelon breaking, their faces turned pale, and then a feeling of nausea surged in their hearts.

However, some female reporters showed excitement when they saw this scene, and hurriedly asked the photographers beside them whether they had captured this scene.

Some photographers who captured the scene were rewarded with a big kiss by the blonde female reporter.

And the photographers who didn't capture the scene were greeted with tons of eye rolls from the blonde female reporter.

"Debbie."

"Boss."

"Send the video to the supervisor."

"It has been sent."

"Beautiful."

Locke said with a smile, and then raised his eyebrows at the yellow, white and red things that covered the entire lawn on the big screen: "Zoom in and take a closer look."

The agent controlling the Sentinel satellite nodded, and then adjusted the shooting angle of the satellite lens.

Soon.

The corpses on the lawn directly covered the entire big screen.

Locke frowned slightly as he looked at the corpses that filled the screen.

It's not disgusting.

But...

The corpses all looked like earthlings.

Where are the alien Skrulls?

He was just thinking about how Nick Fury would deal with it if the operation failed and the Skrulls were exposed.

The result is like this?

Playing.

Wait a minute.

No.

Locke looked at the bodies on the big screen and said thoughtfully: "Debbie."

"Boss?"

"Notify Paul and send people to the building to bring back these bodies."

"Hurry!"

"Understood."

Debbie nodded seriously, took out the phone from her bosom, and called Paul from the Sentinel SWAT team.

In less than three minutes.

Paul had already driven out of the Sentinel Building in a SWAT car with fully armed SWAT and quickly headed towards the Vampire Building.

But!

This is not stable enough.

"Is there anyone we know at the New York Police Department at the scene?"

"Wait a minute."

The agent controlling the satellite re-zoomed the screen, fine-tuned the satellite lens, and aimed the screen at the New York Police Department personnel who were on guard around the Vampire Building.

Locke's eyes lit up and found an acquaintance he had dealt with twice so far.

He took out his phone directly and called the number.

Chief Detective George Stacy, who was on duty at the east gate of the Vampire Building, listened to the ringing phone, took out his cell phone, looked at the incoming call, seemed to think of something, looked up at the sky, and then answered the call.

"I'm George Stacy."

"Locke Underwood, George, I need you to do me a favor."

Locke got straight to the point: "My people have set off and will arrive at the scene in about 20 minutes."

George heard this.

"Is the Sentinelese going to take over here?"

"Haha, no!"

"..."

George's face turned black.

Locke could see George's face turn black in an instant on the big screen, and said with a smile: "But I will take over, but not now."

Up to now, the case of the Vampire Building is still SHIELD, not their Sentinelese.

As for when he can take over, it depends on whether the superiors in Washington are helpful.

But it's okay to come slowly.

Anyway, the case is now SHIELD's, and no matter how big the mess is, it's SHIELD's fault.

It's better to wait for Quinn to summon the Blood God.

Locke thought in his heart and said to George on the phone: "I hope that after my people arrive, you can ask them to pull back the bodies that just fell."

George subconsciously looked in the direction of the lawn that just looked like it was raining.

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"Why do you want the bodies?"

"You don't want these bodies to be pulled back to the New York Police Department's Medical Examiner's Office, and then turn into corpses and bite the police officers."

"Uh..."

"I owe you a favor." Locke said directly.

George smiled.

"Counting this, you owe me three favors."

"Don't worry, I will pay it back."

"Okay."

George shook his head: "Let your people come over, I'll leave the bodies to you."

Locke thanked him, and then said before hanging up the phone: "By the way, these bodies were taken away by your people, for now."

George was slightly stunned, then understood what Locke meant, and shook his head and smiled again.

"Okay."

"Thank you."

Locke hung up the phone after speaking.

If the name is not right, the words will not flow.

The current case does not belong to their Sentinel Secret Service, so the body should not have been taken away by their Sentinel Secret Service no matter what.

But the NYPD can.

After all, the New York Police Department has absolute priority in managing any case that occurs in New York City.

Twenty-five minutes later.

Paul and others appeared on the big screen.

However, when they went out, Paul and others, who were fully armed, now put on white coats and disguised themselves as forensic workers. Under the protection of the police officers sent by George, they quickly walked to the lawn full of corpses and carried the corpses.

The police officers sent by George were also helping to carry it.

It doesn't take a while.

One after another, the bodies were packed up and dumped into a nondescript white van that George had borrowed by temporarily mortgaging the Secret Service vehicle.

Another ten minutes passed.

Paul, who closed the van door and got into the passenger seat, sent a text message.

Debbie took a look, raised her head and said to Locke: "Boss, Paul and the others are already on their way back."

Locke nodded and looked at the edge of the big screen as the van drove out of the satellite live view area.

"Let's go and wait on the first floor. Notify the medical examiner's office to be on standby."

"clear."

An agent nodded, grabbed the phone and called the medical examiner's office, while Debbie followed Locke and walked out the door.

Downstairs of the Sentinel Building.

Locke put his hands in his pockets and wore sunglasses, waiting for Paul to come back with the body.

only……

He looked at the empty streets outside the building and suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"How long?"

"Twenty minutes."

"..."

Locke frowned: "Contact Paul and see where he is."

Debbie took out her cell phone and called Paul.

but!

The phone rang.

No one answered.

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